#interactive
I have a[n] _ _ _.
It smells like _ _ _.
My _ _ _ is _ _ _
And isn't _ _ _.
When I feel _ _ _,
I _ _ _ a[n] _ _ _
Or _ _ _ a[n] _ _ _.
Go _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
A black and white film
About an old man and his dog.
There is no dialogue.
Just ambient sounds -
First, of the alarm clock’s
monotonous song.
Followed by an abrupt
cutting silence as his hand slams
down on the snooze button
Then, the sound of a coffeemaker
spitting and burbling.
The coffee, pouring into a chipped mug.
Sugar, then milk,
the clink of the spoon against the ceramic
as he stirs
the long first sip
As the man looks curiously
at something on the fridge,
just out of frame.
A bag of dogfood opening.
hard kibble ringing against the metal dish.
The dog grumbling - impatiently waiting.
Tupperware opening
The hum of a microwave, and the beep.
Last night’s stew poured into a bowl
the rest, over the kibble.
The closed caption reads:
[Enthusiastic, sloppy eating noises]
The sound of water running
as the bowls are scrubbed clean.
The door closing as the two leave
for their morning walk.
The old man and the dog
are now sitting on a park bench.
The grass, still wet from the morning dew.
There is a beautiful sunrise
over the nearby lake.
The camera pulls away,
as music overtakes the diegetic sounds
of nearby parkgoers, birds and runners,
and teens playing hooky.
The camera cuts back to for a beat
to the kitchen
in the empty house.
The camera zooms in on a weathered
and well loved piece of paper
held up by a rainbow magnet
on the refrigerator door.
Fade to a black screen,
with white letters:
Fin.
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 9:43 PM UTC
I don't have a "him" or "her" to gawk and talk about
Nor do I have a vice or a vanity to pour.
I don't believe victims are mythical, and so, I do have one thing I can sing.
Loneliness is involuntary.
You can tell me that all it takes is "going out" and meeting people...
But say that same thing to Frankenstein.
Did you forget that all you need to lose that chance is to be devalued?
And must I remind you that ghosts aren't frequently seen?
A moth to a dragon has no existence, like the shadow to a flame upon a candlestick.
But that's not my point.
Solitary living is voluntary. Choosing to push people away, gathering only yourself and living your day...
But what about those who want people, yearn for romance, cry out at this shallow cold world for why they seek those who lie, cheat, **** and steal from them, but dismiss those who are more likely to remain honest, aid, save, and protect?
Loneliness is involuntary.
No one would beg to feel nonexistent unless you got to receive what we yearn for.
Solitary is voluntary.
To choose yourself, because you don't trust anyone else, even if you too can be your worst enemy.
Whether one will read this or not.
This came from my heart.
And it's a real discussion that people avoid.
Mental health is real and so is the stigma.
A shallow heart is easy to scare.
A deeply broken heart can shatter a world.
Why isolate someone because they may not physically appeal to you?
Whether it's because they're "strange" or "unattractive".
Isolation can break a soul...don't be the one to turn a blind eye.
Do you?
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
This isn't about religion but acknowledge good, bad, & "you".
Let's rephrase them as:
_Soul_
Sin
&
"Self"
There are three soldiers.
_One_ looking forward,
One looking backward,
And "One" looking Up.
Soul stared ahead and exclaimed, _I can't see the end_.
Sin sighed, I see where we left, but there is no answer.
Self stated, "The sun will go down soon. We need to find safety."
As the three wandered this long and wide path, surrounded by large amounts of wildlife and nature, they saw no place that they all deemed safe to rest.
This led them to their argument.
Soul, _We should rest forward, in the fields, vulnerable, but free. No one would think to check the most obvious area._
Sin, No one will have to check. That would be handing ourselves over. We should hang back, in the jungles. We will have to be vigilant, but we will blend in.
Self, "Both are bad. Both certify our death. One makes us an easy target to the main enemy. The second one makes us a target to many enemies. We should follow the stars. The brightest star will lead the way before dawn. We will be victorious, but only if we keep our head up."
Why did they all die in the end?
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
She started
Learning what is in front
Colorful
Simple
Stimulating
She learned a lot
Beyond my understanding
Composite
She talks about
Internet
Buffers
Trends
All complex
To my understanding
Easy for her learner’s brain.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
This/ you/ we/ could go in
Any direction.
But... I hope you'll/...
We'll -- write a song!
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Rules beget subversion.
Laws beget crime.
A begets Z.
1 begot ∞.
----- begets -----.
--- begot ---.
You fill in the blanks.
Please; i'm curious!
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Introduction:
What is Preludium but a time to reflect on what it is we know;
What has gone before, and how it might shape those things to come?
Preludium, or, what has gone before:
An entire world,
A great big steaming musty living breathing screaming world and-
For all we know-
There’s but two souls that care to fill it:
Sly Squint, our latest hero,
Swinging through his city like t’were a steaming jungle
And him the proverbial Ape,
He crouches in shadows on rooftops,
Directing his lust, forceful! At all
That kneels before him.
Then there’s our mysterious wanderer-
One hell of a sorry, stinking, sulky sort is he.
No Name to claim yet garbed in rags aplenty
Travelling on an endless quest
Towards a dying dusk.
Yet we need to draw a Third.
See, in this strange place we find ourselves, riddled with danger and loss,
We need one who knows some things;
One who is up there;
Better yet, one who helped to shape this world.
Because for now we are clueless, vulnerable, shambling in darkness.
And that will simply not do.
So, with haste, dear reader, with haste,
Let us ride for the one with the answers;
The one with more Names than you can count, even if you had a lifetime in which to do so;
The one who holds all the strings.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is the new_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _."
any word any vaguely related word
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
The difference
three little words
can make.
What are yours?
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
I just want to tell You
I still You
Though it's been years since
I still feel the same
I try to dismiss the feeling
But when we like never before
then you told me " " the first time
I was so I couldn't reply
My memories cut out the parts
I'm holding on to the memories
Maybe I'm just still with the memory
And not You
Dedicated to whomever You is
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC